This is a song about "George w bush"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

A roof for their stuff, shout out to george carlin

I know you just doing your job

Her bush looked like a mop/

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Yalls shit is so simple, even george isnt curious